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#story #isat au #isat #overkill au #in stars and time #asks #loop 54 #death implied

Sifdile looping au, angst edition (mostly)

#I love my semi doomed yuri #isat #in stars and time #isat fanart #isat spoilers #isat au #isat siffrin #isat odile #sifdile #death implied #catdile scribbling

Whumpril Day 28: Sobbing Uncontrollably

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#the only one left #story told out of order #whumpril2026 #whumprilday28 #Sobbing Uncontrollably #whump #whump community #whump art #loss #death implied #lonliness #living weapon #living weapon whumpee #my art

“Alright, don’t be shy. Order anything and everything you want. It’s *your* last meal. Don’t think about the prices.”

#idk have a prompt #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #death implied

something unsaid

You sat on the front steps of the small house you and Izuku had once shared, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of your pants. The sun was setting in a wash of colors you barely noticed. You twirled your wedding band between your fingers, a habit you'd picked up in the months since he was gone.

The grief wasn't sharp anymore. It was dull, heavy, like trying to move through water. Some days it felt almost manageable. Other days, like today, it sat on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Oi."

The familiar voice broke the silence, and you looked up to see Katsuki standing there, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. His hair was messy, more out of laziness than any sort of style, and his eyes... his eyes were the same. Sharp, but softer now. Softer when he looked at you.

"Hey," you whispered.

He didn't ask if you were okay. He never did. He knew the answer, or maybe because he understood you wouldn't know how to respond.

Katsuki sat down beside you, close but not touching. The distance was careful, intentional, a line you hadn't crossed yet.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. He looked tired, like he carried a thousand unsaid things with him wherever he went. Maybe he did. You both did.

"House looks fine," he muttered, nodding toward the chipped paint and the overgrown lawn you hadn't had the heart to fix. Something Izuku would point out too.

You huffed a laugh, so soft it barely made it past your lips. "Fine's a generous word."

Katsuki shrugged, like he agreed but wasn't about to say it.

A long, heavy silence stretched between you. It wasn't uncomfortable. It never really was with him. Still, you could feel something different tonight. An invisible weight to the air.

You stared down at the ring in your hand. "I don't know how to... move forward," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "It feels wrong. Like I'd be betraying him."

Katsuki didn't answer right away. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the cracked sidewalk.

"He wouldn't have wanted you to be alone," he said finally, voice low and rough.

"I know," you said. "But knowing and feeling are... different."

You twisted the ring between your fingers again, heart hammering against your ribs. You needed to say it. You needed him to know.

"Izuku knew," you said, swallowing thickly. "He knew... I loved someone else more. Even back then."

Katsuki turned his head slightly toward you, but he didn't interrupt. He knew what you were talking about. How you confessed to him all those years ago, but he shot you down so you sought after Izuku, his friend, to fill the void.

"I loved him," you said quickly, urgently, like you had to make him understand. "I did. I loved him so much. But... you..." Your throat tightened. "You were always... it."

Katsuki inhaled sharply through his nose. His hands clenched into fists against his thighs.

"He told me," Katsuki said after a beat. "Back when we were kids. Dumbass said... said he just wanted you to be happy. Even if it wasn't with him."

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring the fading colors of the sky. "I hate that he knew. I hate that he was that good."

"He was too good for all of us," Katsuki muttered, his voice breaking a little at the edges.

You wiped at your eyes roughly. "I don't even know if I can love again."

Katsuki finally turned to face you fully, his red eyes burning with something raw and painful.

"You don't have to," he said. "Not if you're not ready. Not if you never are."

You stared at him, the ache in your chest shifting, not lessening, but changing into something different. Something warmer.

"I promised him," Katsuki said, voice quieter now. "I promised I'd take care of you. However you needed. Friend. Boyfriend. Husband. Just... someone to check in on you. I don't care. I just want you to be okay."

The first sob broke free from your chest before you could stop it. It wasn't loud, but it was broken, and Katsuki moved instinctively, closing the space between you.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly you could feel the tremble in his muscles. Like he was barely holding himself together too.

You buried your face in his chest, clinging to the front of his jacket like a lifeline.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The world moved on around you, the stars came out, the streetlights buzzed to life, but you stayed there, wrapped up in him.

When you finally pulled back, Katsuki let you go reluctantly, his hands lingering at your elbows like he wasn't sure if he should let you go completely.

You wiped at your face, laughing wetly. "Sorry. I’m a mess."

"You're allowed," he said simply.

You looked at him, really looked, and saw the man who had been there through every impossible moment. Every bad day. Every night you thought you'd break apart from missing Izuku so badly you couldn't breathe.

And somehow, Katsuki had stayed. Not out of obligation. Not out of pity.

Out of love.

"I don't know what I can give you," you whispered. "I'm... not whole anymore."

Katsuki shook his head, eyes fierce. "You don't have to be."

The tears came again, but they felt different this time. Less like mourning. More like release.

You reached out, hesitant, and Katsuki met you halfway, taking your hand in his much larger one.

It was clumsy, and painful, and beautiful all at once.

You weren't ready to fall in love again.

Instead, you were ready to let yourself heal.

Katsuki would be there, however you needed him.

Always.

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